My baby is a year old! He is my last baby and has been treated as such. I have loved every single minute of holding him, rocking him to sleep, spoiling him rotten. He will never doubt how much he is loved. His daddy, brother, sister and all of our family make sure of that too. He is the sweetest, most precious baby, and we adore him!
At a year he is right at 18 pounds and 28 inches. 8th percentile for weight and 3rd for height. It took us 6 months just to get on the chart, so we're happy with those percentiles. He sits well now and army crawls. He waves hey and bye, gives kisses, plays party cake, claps, gives high fives, and plays "so big!" He says dada, bye, mama, yay!, nah-nah (no no), and ball. He thinks Cooper and Ella hung the moon and laughs more at them than anything else. He loves to snuggle and be held. He likes to feed himself and loves to eat!
I can't believe he's a year old!
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